"
"I mean that garage back of the Mooney's place," said Buck irately.
"That's our clubhouse, and you fellows had better not try any rough
house there again, or there'll be trouble."
"Oh, I know the place he means," said Bob, after making a pretence of
puzzled thinking. "He means that tumbled-down shack where Mr. Mooney
keeps his garden tools. I'm sure we'd never want to go near a place
like that, would we, Joe?"
"Of course not," said Joe. "I wouldn't ask a respectable dog to go
near that place."
Looker and Lutz had been growing angrier all the time during this
dialogue, but after their recent experiences with the radio boys
they did not quite dare resort to open hostilities. But if looks
could have killed, Bob and Joe would have dropped dead on the spot.
"If you've got anything to say, now's the time to say it," said Bob,
gazing steadily at the bullies with a look in his eyes that made
them shift uneasily.
"We're in a big hurry, or we'd tend to you right now," blustered
Buck. "Come on, Carl. We'll fix them some other time."
"No time like the present, you know," said Joe.
But the two bullies had little inclination for a fair fight, as they
had a pretty shrewd suspicion of how they would fare in that event.
With ugly sidewise looks they passed on, leaving Bob and Joe in
possession of the field.
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